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he was always a gentleman, taking you out to dinner every weekend.
but this moment got a little too intimate than you had expected, glances attempted to keep a secret from eachother led to you practically throwing yourself onto him once the door of your shared home locked with a click.
now, your lips were smashing into eachother, all teeth and tongue, a contrast to the gentle and soft kisses he'd pepper on your face, his hands were roaming everywhere on your body while you settled to wrap your arms against his neck, eyes closed yet still feeling the way his feelings convey itself into the kisses hes giving.
everything right now was just so intimate.
a moment of making out afterwards does he let out a groan, obviously agitated from the tent in his pants, the shadow of it emphasized by the light of the outside.
quickly, he wraps his arms around you to lift you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as a reply.
with his eyes still closed to savor the taste of your lips, he slowly maneuvers his way to the bedroom, steps careful but you can still feel the way he tries to rush it.
once you finally get to the bedroom, he bolts; but still gently lowers you onto the bed. he parts his lips from yours to let out a whisper: "is this alright?"
..did he even need to ask?
"of course it is." you let out a sweet smile so he doesn't doubt anything you said.
he nods and kisses your forehead for reassurance, nimble fingers slowly undoing your garments.
soon, you're all bare and vulnerable for him, and knowing that makes you squeeze your thighs together out of excitement.
he turns his hands to undo the buttons of his shirt, leaving it to rest on his shoulders but still granting you the view of his chest. his hands next, travels downwards to slowly unbuckle the restraints of his pants, freeing his cock.
the sound of your heavy breathes can be heard throughout the room, and the sound of his rises up a pitch as he pumps it to let out beads of precum.
his eyes bore into your eyes, pupils blown out from the libido he has right now. he dips down and slowly connects your lips together at the same time he slowly thrusts his dick into you.
he swallows your yelp of surprise, and he was about to start moving when his eyes widen for a minute.
quickly, he reaches for the pocket of his pants that were conveniently laying at the bottom of the bed.
seriously, was there something way more important than this?
after a few taps on his phone, he looks down at you and smiles. "sorry, love. i have to set the mood, right?"
your heart drops, please dont.
he places his phone on the dresser beside the bed and hits the play button of his spotify playlist.
...once the sound of robotic beats reaches your ears, so does his thrusts.
you wanna cry, not from pleasure but from the fact that his pace perfectly matches the beats of the song.